I love Alabama thunderstorms in the summer. It'll be a beautiful day: clear, blue skies. But you know its coming. You feel the mugginess weighing down the air, there's some tension, a heaviness about it. Then the clouds roll in, and it comes without warning. Big, fat droplets that fall down in sheets. So heavy that you look like you've jumped in
(
Read more... )
Comments 12
Reply
Reply
I felt that British rain has its own place. It certainly lacks the power and force of a Southern thunderstorm (although I have no idea what a Southern thunderstorm is like) but at the same time, the smoky muted grey and brown world of Oxford in one of those little showers seems to put life into a certain perspective.
It frames the world, so to speak. People would be waiting in line for a bus or just wandering aimlessly down the street, heads down and silent, but now and again, you'd see a flash of colour, or a burst of wild laughter that just happened to break through the shroud. Somehow, it makes things more significant.
Personally, I rather liked the subtle personality of an English summer shower.
(P.S.: I'll even argue about the rain.)
Reply
Reply
well all of you
i haven't heard any of your voices in the longest time
my user name seems perfect for this entry
and i must say i defiantly love the rain in oxford
i would just get out my umbrella and wander around looking at things
everything looked different in the rain
almost more mysterious
i could just be in my own world thinking
i do think i'll have to come and see a southern storm sometime before i pass judgment
Love
~Tori
PS i love your icon
Reply
Reply
P.S. No offense meant to Britain, I like it there, just not the rain...
Reply
Leave a comment